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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.