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 Monaco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.