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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario 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?
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.