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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Kayak,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
The Move,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.