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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.