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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.