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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 The Litter to the crunk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Little Man,
Smog,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.