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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quando Quango to the dance 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Can,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.