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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Das Ding to the techno 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.