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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.