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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.