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 Greece 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.