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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.