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 the UAE and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Dice to the electroclash 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.