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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.