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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.