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 Sudan 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.