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 Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
The Index,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Brick,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.