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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Babytalk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.