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 Canada and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s 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 Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.