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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.