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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Radio Birdman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.