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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the grunge 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.