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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Unwound,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.