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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Shoche to the rap 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.