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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Thompson Twins to the dance 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.