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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Sex Pistols to the rap 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.