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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.