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 Georgia and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 David McCallum 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Japan,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.