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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.