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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
a-ha,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.