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 Barbados and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funkadelic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.