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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.