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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the grime 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
Television,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.