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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
PIL,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.