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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Lalann to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.