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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.