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 Australia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Excepter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.