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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.