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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.