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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.