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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Gun Club to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.