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 Philippines and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the punk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
KRS-One,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.