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 China and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Flipper,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.