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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Nas,
Nico,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.