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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Excepter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.