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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.