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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.