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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.