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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.