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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Sheep to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.