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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.