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 Iraq and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.