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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Doobie Brothers 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
X-102,
The Associates,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.