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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Five Americans to the grunge 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.