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 Palau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.