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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 The Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.