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 London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Visage,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
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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.