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 Uganda and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.