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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Smiths to the techno 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.