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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Alphaville to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.