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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Suicide,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Smog,
UT,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.