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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.