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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Television,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.