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 Hungary and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.