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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.