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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.