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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Icehouse to the disco 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.