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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Symarip,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.