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 Greece 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Standells to the rock 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.