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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Fugazi to the punk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.