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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.