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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
the Germs,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Magazine,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.