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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.