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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Scientists,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.