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 Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Rakim,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Suicide,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.