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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.