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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
AZ,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.