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 China and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skriet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
The Cure,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Ponytail,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.