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 Singapore and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Jeff Mills to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.