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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
UT,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.