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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Roxy Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.