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 Tajikistan and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.