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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Au Pairs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.