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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.