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 Japan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Index,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.