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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
MDC,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.