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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the crunk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
10cc,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.