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 Belgium and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.