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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle 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.