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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.