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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things 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?
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.