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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.