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 Korea North and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dark Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.