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 Moldova 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Japan,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.