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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moody Blues to the techno 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.