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 Comoros and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Technova,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.