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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.