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 Tunisia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Boredoms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
10cc,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.