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 Ireland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Blancmange to the jazz 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.