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 Finland and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.