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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.