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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.