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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gun Club to the funk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.