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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Babytalk to the disco 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.