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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonic Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.