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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Durutti Column to the grunge 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.