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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
New Order,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.