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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 The Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.