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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
UT,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.