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 Qatar 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.