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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Real Kids 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.