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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Symarip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.