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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Q65,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.