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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
UT,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.