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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.