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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
MDC,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.