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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Technova,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.