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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.