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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.