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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Accadde A 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Cluster,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.