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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.