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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Christie to the disco 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Visage,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.