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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Y Pants to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.