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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.