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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
JFA,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.