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 Malawi 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.