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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scratch Acid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
The Doors,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.