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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cowsills to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Liliput,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.