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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Minny Pops to the crunk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
Nas,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.