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 Sweden 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.