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 Brazil and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.