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 Dominican Republic 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mission of Burma to the techno 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
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.