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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
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 Salvador and Calgary.
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 synthesizer 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.