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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fugs 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.