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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 K-Klass to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Gong,
AZ,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.