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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.