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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.