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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Q65,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.