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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.