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 Portugal 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.