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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Slackers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.