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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Porter Ricks to the punk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Crime,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.