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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.