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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.