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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.