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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.