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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monolake to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.