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 Latvia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Audionom to the rap 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
EPMD,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.