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 Algeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hot Snakes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs 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 crunk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.