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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.