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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.