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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sonics to the punk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.