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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.