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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.