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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.