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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.