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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shoche 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.