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 Oman 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Television,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.