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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 New Order to the rap 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.