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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.