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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
MC5,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Kayak,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.