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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 The Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.