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 San Marino and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 ABBA to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.