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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.