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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Junior Murvin to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.