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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Albert Ayler to the grime 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.