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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.