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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.