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 Nigeria 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Aswad to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.