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 Lithuania and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Television Personalities to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Neu!,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.