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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Nico to the electroclash 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Gong,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.