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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Technova to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.