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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Anakelly to the grunge 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.