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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Monks,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.