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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Q65,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Can,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
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.