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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.