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 Suriname and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Christie to the rock 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.