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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
The Move,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.