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 Oman and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 The Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.