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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pussy Galore to the grime 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
10cc,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.