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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.