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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.