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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dave Gahan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.