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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Unwound,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.