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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 The Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.