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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Kayak 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.