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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Pantytec to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.