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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.