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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Mars,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.