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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Wire,
World's Most,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.