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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.