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 Andorra and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Wire,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.