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 Germany 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 The Evens to the disco 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Television,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Lalann,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.