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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the disco 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.