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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Index,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.