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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Marc Almond to the grunge 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.