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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Scan 7 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.