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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.