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 Niger and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Delta 5 to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Skarface,
Nico,
The Doors,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.