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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.