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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Television,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
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.