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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.