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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pylon to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.