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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.