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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.