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 Togo and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.