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 Yemen 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
10cc,
Index,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.