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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.