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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.