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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Bad Manners to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.