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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Franke,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.