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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 AZ to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.