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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.