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 Brunei and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Talk Talk to the grunge 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.