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 France and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Dirtbombs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.