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 Spain and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Japan,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.