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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.