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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 FM Einheit to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.