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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Warsaw to the disco 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.