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 Argentina 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Average White Band 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.