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 Bangladesh 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 Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Chrome to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.