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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Pantaleimon to the grime 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Echospace,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.