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 Austria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Qualms 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.