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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
UT,
Gong,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.