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 Ghana and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.