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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.