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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson 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?
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.