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 Liberia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dawn Penn to the punk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.