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 Grenada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.