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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mojo Men to the crunk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.