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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joey Negro to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Nico,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Darondo,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.