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 United States and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Derrick May 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.