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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 China Crisis to the techno 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.