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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yazoo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.