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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.