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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.