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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Zapp to the electroclash 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan 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?
Accadde A,
Television,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Niagra,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Symarip,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.