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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Roxette,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.