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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 FM Einheit 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.