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 Cameroon and from London.
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 Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 PIL to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.