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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.