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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Franke to the techno 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Scion,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.