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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buzzcocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.