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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Rapeman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.