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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Altered Images to the rap 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.