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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.