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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 LL Cool J to the disco 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.