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 Estonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Chrome,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
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.