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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 EPMD to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.