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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.