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 Kiribati and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.