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 Panama and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.