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 Greece and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.