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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Busters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.