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 Belarus and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
CMW,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.