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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.