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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 synthesizer 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.