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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.