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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Model 500 to the punk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.