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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.