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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the funk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.