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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Monks,
The Slits,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.