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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.