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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.