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 Algeria and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eurythmics 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.