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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Gong,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.