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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Wire,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.