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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Aswad to the electroclash 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Residents,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.