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 India and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.