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 South Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.