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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Standells to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.