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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Tomorrow to the punk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.