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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Robert Görl to the disco 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Mars,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.