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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.