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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.