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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
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 Arab on Radar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.