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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.