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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 10cc to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.