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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.