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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Rekid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Nico,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.