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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players to the punk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.