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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MC5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.