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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Franke,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Index,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.