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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.