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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.