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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.