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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.