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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.