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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 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 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.