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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Los Fastidios to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Index,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.