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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.