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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Ultravox to the electroclash 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
the Association,
Q65,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.