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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Dead Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
The Index,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
X-102,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.