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 Sudan 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Smog,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.