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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Organ to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Brick,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Television,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.