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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Infiniti to the grunge 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
MDC,
ABC,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.