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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Motions to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.