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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Minny Pops to the grime 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Motorama,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
Deakin,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.