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 Singapore and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Alison Limerick to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.