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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.