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 Australia and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Gong,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.