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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.