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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.