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 Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Buckinghams to the punk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s 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 Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.