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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bad Manners to the dance 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.