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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Organ,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.