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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.