Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.