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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 kango's stein massive to the punk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.