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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trojans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.