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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the rap 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.