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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.