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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow to the grime 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.