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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Prunes to the rap 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.