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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.