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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.