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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Boredoms to the punk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.