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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.