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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.