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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
The Names,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.