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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
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 808 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 Duran Duran to the rock 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.