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 Swaziland 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 Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 OOIOO to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Smog,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.