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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Wire,
Roxette,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.