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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
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.