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 Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.