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 Portugal 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.