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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Severed Heads to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Franke,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.