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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.