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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.