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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the funk 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 Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.