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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.