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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dead Boys to the rock 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.