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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Index,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.