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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
John Holt,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
the Association,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.