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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.