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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Mars,
John Holt,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.