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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the grime 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Television,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.