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 Guyana and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.