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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Knickerbockers to the rap 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.