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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.