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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.