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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Scientists,
The Index,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.