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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.