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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.