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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.