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 Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.