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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay 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?
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.