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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.