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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 The Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.