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 Liberia and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.