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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.