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 Korea North and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.