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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
The Move,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.