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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Swans,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Excepter,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Cluster,
The Motions,
The Cure,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.