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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Gong,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Monolake,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.