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 Sweden and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
cv313,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.