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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.