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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Average White Band to the disco 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.