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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Offenders to the grime 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.