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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.