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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Henry Cow to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.