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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.