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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.