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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.