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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Slave to the jazz 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.