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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 The Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
UT,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.