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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Can,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.