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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the funk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.