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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Television to the punk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Visage,
Jandek,
Make Up,
The Index,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.