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 Maldives and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Junior Murvin to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Index,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.