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 Austria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Can,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.