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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.