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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 The Cramps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.