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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Talk Talk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.