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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.