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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Lindisfarne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.