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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang 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?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Japan,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.