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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.