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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Velvet Underground 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.