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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.