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 Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Grass Roots to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.