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 Seychelles and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks 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?
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.