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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Radiohead to the punk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.