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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus 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.