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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.