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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Blossom Toes to the funk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.