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 Micronesia and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Wake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.