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 Samoa and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.