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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Scientists,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.