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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Black Pus to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Organ,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.