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 Libya and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
cv313,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.