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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 The Fortunes 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.