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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Fad Gadget to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.