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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.