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 Panama and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.