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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Juan Atkins to the dance 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.