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 Congo 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.