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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.