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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.