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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Visage to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.