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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.