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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 AZ to the crunk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Can,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.