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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Avey Tare to the grime 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.