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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Little Man to the punk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.