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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the disco 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.