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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.