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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s 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 This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Index,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.