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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pole 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Lyres,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.