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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.