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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Fluxion to the disco 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Gong,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Television,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.