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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.