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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Janne Schatter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Swans,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.