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 Austria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Flipper,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Audionom,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.