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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 The Stooges to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.