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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Severed Heads to the jazz 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.