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 China and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Talk Talk to the grunge 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.