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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.