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 United States and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.