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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Urselle to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
ABC,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.