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 Estonia 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sex Pistols to the funk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.