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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Model 500,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.