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 Fiji 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.