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 Australia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.