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 Rwanda 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Index to the electroclash 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.