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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blancmange 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.