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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
UT,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.