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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.