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 Poland and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.