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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.