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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.