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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Moleskins to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Index,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.