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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül II to the rock 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.