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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 The United States of America to the rock 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.