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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.