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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.