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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.