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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.