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 Samoa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Can to the disco 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.