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 Chad and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.