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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Das Ding to the crunk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.