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 Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
June Days,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Slave,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.