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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.