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 Burkina and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.