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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Liliput,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Can,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Index,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.