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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Trumans Water to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.