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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.