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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Buzzcocks to the punk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
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.