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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.