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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.