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 Armenia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scion 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.