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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.