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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.