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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.