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 Angola and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.