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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.