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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Happenings to the grime 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.