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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Swans to the crunk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.