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 Nepal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Sällskapet to the disco 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.