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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Can,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.