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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the electroclash 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Q65,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.