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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Symarip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.