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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Association to the disco 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.