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 Croatia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the funk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Section 25,
X-101,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.