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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Pole,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.