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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Joy Division to the punk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.