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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 the Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.