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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.