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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ken Boothe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.