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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Sparks,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.