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 Namibia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.