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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
The Residents,
cv313,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.