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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pere Ubu to the disco 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.