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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.