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 Denmark and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Television,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.