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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 B.T. Express to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.