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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Metal Thangz 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Japan,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.