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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.