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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the dance 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Scion,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.