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 Sweden 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Ten City to the grunge 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.