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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.