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 Singapore 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.