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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cameo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.