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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.