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 Lebanon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Wasted Youth to the rock 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.