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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.