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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Urselle,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.