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 Croatia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.