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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Swans,
cv313,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.