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 Mozambique 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Near to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.