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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 The Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.