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 Syria and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
the Normal,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.