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 Morocco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
The Wake,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.