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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Can to the grunge 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.