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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Pere Ubu to the funk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.