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 United Kingdom and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
PIL,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
The Standells,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.