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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 The Toasters 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.