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 Brazil 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.