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 Greece and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.