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 Togo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.