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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.