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 Burkina and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead Boys to the disco 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.