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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.