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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Offenders to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.