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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Crime,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Lalann,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.