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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.