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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 David Bowie to the grunge 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys 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?
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.