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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.