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 Barbados and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 T. Rex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.