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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Oneida to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.