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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
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 güiro 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.