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 Iran and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.